Quel Désastre! Or as they say in French ‘quel désastre’. Well another fizzy cider experiment ends in abject failure and for the last time too I might add. As long as cider gets you pis**d who gives a flying **** if it’s got bubbles, it ain’t champagne. So I’ll have one more go at a cider, cyder or even zyder, this time without the fizz. Although of course it is for the beloved so its got to be girly and this one is going to be a strawberry cider – not natural I know, it should only jus de pomme but hey ho. Talking of things Frenchie and Johnnie Foreigner got some alcoholic grape juice on the go. Now I would post a pic but I can’t be arsed to walk down the garden to to the shed so here’s a pic of glass of wine I lifted from some else’s website.
Well chin, chin chaps